Charlie
Unknown Area, Brampton: July 22nd, 2022 10:28 PM
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It was quiet. Peaceful. I was asleep with my forehead against the wall on my left. My tired eyes finally got a rest after everything that happened. I was surprised I fell asleep knowing Cole wasn't awake. Maybe it was just because a part of me knew he'd be okay.
I was having a not-so-pleasant dream until I felt a heavy, cold item hit against my neck.
I flinched, jolting awake immediately.
I turned around to see what had hit my spine. It was a Nesté water bottle and Seliel was the one who had thrown it.
I looked at her, surprised she was in her pajamas. What time was it anyway? Night? She wore a white top and white trousers which were littered with tiny blue candy canes all over. Her hair was tied in two low ponytails and she was wearing furry, white, bunny slippers.
I lowered my head to look at the bottle in my hand.
"One?" I cocked an eyebrow, knowing she usually gave two.
"That's for grabbing my collar yesterday." She yawned, walking out and shutting the door behind her after being pleasured by my disappointed expression.
Great.
I looked at the bottle, then at Cole.
He didn't move. I squeezed the bottle in my hand, staring at him.
It had been so long. He should have been awake.
His left index twitched.
My eyes widened as he slowly began to flutter his lashes against his cheeks, slowly opening his eyes to look at me.
"Cole! You're awake!" I immediately rushed up, scraping my knees against the cement floor as I ran to sit next to his legs.
He grunted, slipping his right hand off of his left. I paused, watching him move on his own.
He looked at me, blinking. Tears began slipping out of his tired eyes, tracing his redly tinted skin.
"Cole..." My heart began beating faster, remembering his screams.
He shut his eyes. He parted his lips to exhale, putting his palms flat on the ground next to him.
I immediately put the water bottle next to him, opening my hand to him in case he needed it. He groaned, clenching my hand to sit up straight against the wall. I looked at his digits, feeling dry blood squeeze between our hands from his torn skin.
"Careful." I leaned forward, helping him sit.
He blenched, feeling the sensitive skin of his back touch the cold cement wall. He winced, looking at his feet. I gently let his hand go, instantly wrapping my fingers around his ankles and slowly bending his legs to help him move. My eyebrows quivered as if I perceived his pain. I could tell he was sapped of haling his bloody feet.
He watched me as I slowly put his knees up, walking closer on my knees while doing so. I let go as soon as he got a hold of his own legs. I quickly opened the lid of the bottle next to me and swiftly moved the water in front of his dry lips.
He looked at me, parting his lips to take a sip. I raised the bottle, helping him drink since his hands were mutilated. I watched his thyroid cartilage stroke the skin from within his neck as he drank. I patiently waited for him, listening to his gulping. He finished half of it then turned his head away, humming at me to stop.
